Wendy Harrison grew up just like her two big brothers, both in stature and in looks. Like her big brothers, she was almost two metres tall, with a solid build, and she looked very much like how her brothers looked. Fair to say, that's not pretty, with short mousey brown hair that kind of gave her a nondescript look.
Wendy found getting work difficult after leaving high school with an average set of grades. She spent several months job hunting and had short stays at a few places, but that lead to no actual ongoing work. Eventually, at the age of twenty-one, she found a job working in a second-hand book chain at their warehouse sorting out books. The work suited her as she was able to haul about the heavy boxes of books with ease.
Sorting out books kept her from the public eye, and she did not mind. Some weeks were slow, while others were very busy. Occasionally there would be items that were not book related and she would either dispose of them or refer them to her manager to make a decision. Once in a while, she would discover a banknote or two, and these she would hand over, sometimes they would get handed back. She was also allowed to take any book she wanted home, but she had to return any that were classified as pristine. She now had a quite a nice collection of Sci-fi and Fantasy.
Wendy liked to keep to herself when away from the warehouse. She had a small double bedroom unit next to a park, where she would tinker about with an array of different electrical and electronic bits and pieces. She was still fairly much a tomboy at heart, but with a gut-wrenching reminder once a month that she was still actually a woman.
Her sex life didn't exist, she had never been able to masturbate herself effectively, and after occasionally trying she gave up. Her one and only sexual encounter was with a lad from her final year at high school. A brief encounter in her room where she tried to kiss him as he rummaged his hands over her modest breasts, and then a thirty-second grope of her crotch through her underwear, while she squirmed and cringed, unsure what to do. It ended quite suddenly when their garage door began to open as her mother arrived home.
One week, it was quite busy for the first couple of days, followed by a quiet day. On Thursday, a stack of boxes arrived from a deceased estate. There was a large number of books, a lot of them were old, but in pristine condition. One carton had jigsaws in it, another had old vinyl records. She carefully began to sort them all out, a lot of the books would fetch good prices, but the jigsaws and records were much less likely to do so.
Wendy spent most the afternoon sorting out the books, then she turned her attention to the jigsaws. Most were still in their original wrapping, a bonus as there would not be any pieces missing. She went to put the carton aside when she realised there was something more still inside. She looked in and found a brown paper bag fitting snugly across the bottom of the box.
She carefully levered the package out. The paper bag was old, there was a piece of sticky tape holding the bag shut, it was dried out and yellowed with age. As she rubbed her finger slowly over it, the tape lifted, allowing her to straighten up the bag and take a peek inside. There was a box inside with what looked like Chinese writing on top. Carefully she eased the box out, then turned it over in her hands. The front of the box was clear and showed a couple of items held in place in blister packaging.
At first, she thought it was some kind of toy, but then she wasn't sure. She placed the box on the sorting table, to look at it in a better light. What she could now see was two pink globes about the size and shape of a couple of eggs. The first one had what looked like wire linking it to the second one, then the second one had another wire going out the far end and up into the box.
Carefully she pried open the box and slipped out the blister packet. Over the back was what looked like a small battery holder, and a small instruction booklet, all in Chinese. 'Battery powered,' she thought, 'some kind of a gadget for her to tinker with, something to figure out what it's meant to do. Nice.' Carefully she repackaged the pack back into its box, then took it over and placed it in her bag.
After dinner, she again looked at the box. It did seem odd, she turned it over and over in her hands, still none the wiser to its purpose. It took little effort to pull open the blister packaging, she took hold of the double pink eggs in her hand. They were hard, smooth and seemed to be well sealed, linked by wire about six centimetres long. The wire going to the battery pack was about sixty centimetres long. There were two small batteries supplied, but they were very dead.
Wendy tried to decipher the small booklet but had little success. There were a couple of very stylised diagrams that showed a Chinese woman with strange expressions, and what looked like a hot spot on her lower belly. She thought for a moment it was something to help relieve menstrual cramps, but she didn't really think that was quite right.
Wendy hunted for a couple more batteries and found a pair that was starting to go flat. She opened the battery holder and slipped the batteries in. She placed everything on her workbench and then eased the small switch on.
BBBZZZZZZZZZ. The two eggs jumped and rattled about and she quickly switched them off. Carefully she picked up the first egg and then tried again.
BBbbzzzzzzzzz. Her hand felt weird as the egg buzzed and vibrated in her grip. The second one rattled and shook on the bench. She switched them off, then she held them both and tried again. A much fainter buzz drifted up from her hand, then as she tried to shift her grip the eggs touched, and vibrated wildly, making her drop them. They buzzed wildly for a moment before she turned them off.
Slowly a small light came on in her brain. She picked up the instructions again and looked them over. The vibrating eggs were, well, vibrators. Just how they would work still didn't quite dawn on her, but she realised they were designed to go in between a woman's legs.
"Oh...Ohhh... " She murmured as she placed her hand down over the front of her jeans.
Carefully she packed them away again, placing them up into a cupboard, out of sight, out of mind. Well, that's what she thought, out of sight, yes, but not out of mind. She tried for several days to ignore them, but on the next Friday, she could no longer resist the urge to get them out again.
Later that evening she readied herself for bed. As the evening was warm, she felt it was ok to use one of her summer set of pyjamas. She stripped back the blanket and climbed onto her super king-sized bed. She wondered what she should try first with the dual eggs. She realised that her pyjama bottoms would be in the way. She eased them down, folded them and placed them under one of her pillows.
She picked up the eggs from her side table and went to place them on her lower belly. She held the eggs tightly, unable to release them. She found it hard work just to hold them in her hands and release them. She took a slow deep breath and then exhaled. She tried again, slowly her hands uncurled. She whimpered as she felt them against her skin. She pushed the first egg so it nestled in against the top of her thighs, while the second egg sat at the top of her pubic hair.
She realised she was puffing, but she had yet to try to turn on the switch. Very slowly she picked up the battery control and felt for the switch. She gave a little tremble, then looked up at the ceiling. She decided to count down from five to turn it on. Under her breath, she began to count down. "Five, four, three, two, one, go."
Nothing happened, her hand locked up and she could not push the switch.
She changed her grip on the controller, she would use her thumb this time and countdown from five again. "Five, four, three, two, one, go!"
The switch slowly began to move, sliding across to the 'on' position. The current from the batteries flowed along the wires and started to make the eggs vibrate.
Less than half a second later Wendy was cowering behind her pillows at top of the bed, looking very much like a startled rabbit caught in the lights of a big truck. The eggs were lying in the middle of the bed, buzzing softly on the sheets. It took a couple of minutes of hard breathing before she could calm down enough to reach out and silence the eggs.
While Wendy was not stupid, she could be stubborn at times. She wanted to find out just how these eggs worked, and as she hardly had a chance to find out, so she decided to try again. Carefully placing the eggs again, she began her countdown.
She thumbed the switch and felt the buzz against her sensitive skin. She lasted a little bit longer before she lept from the bed, and stood there trembling, looking confused and bewildered again.
After some serious consideration, Wendy decided to try just one more time. This time she moved the placement so the first egg was right between her legs, nesting in against her crotch, the second one was now where the first one had been just at the top of her thighs where they met together. With the controller in her hand, she was ready; time to countdown. "Go..."
Wendy bucked, squirmed and writhed on her bed, hoping to ride the sensations out. But she didn't last very long before she was up again. This was not in any way working out as how she had thought it might. Reluctantly she decided to call it quits for the evening, she sought out her latest book and started to read instead.
It was the following evening when she looked at the eggs again, trying to figure out the best thing to do with them. She began to realise that perhaps they would work better from inside her, but that would involve her pushing them inside, and she wasn't so keen on that idea. Then she considered using her very firm shape-ware to hold them in place while she tried again.She went to her dresser and sorted out the underwear she needed, and pulled them on.
She lay out on the bed and then wormed her hand down to put the eggs in place.